You're so swell and I can tell you love me, amazingly, and I love you as
well. Day by day, come what may, you don't hesitate to exaggerate adn

say that it's okay. Everybody else is trying to push me around, kicking
my and picking on me, running me down, knockin off my glasses and
stomping them into the ground. When they've been doing it again, I'be
got thank you for not being one of them. As it stands, there's still a
chance you'll hear me calling as I'm crawling from the garbage cans. The
kids are having fun, proud of what they've done. Later that night we
hold each other tight and plot their destruction. Hey hey faggot hey cry
baby cry I hate them all and I want them to die you whisper to me sweet
techniques we could murder them by. When they've been doing it again,
I've got to thank you for never joining in. Thank you for not being one
of them. Oh oh oh...